During the National Day holiday, Dr. Lin and his wife were transferred by the hospital to a remote mountainous area for free consultation. They could not fly to Jincheng in person, so they could only make video calls to their son every night to remind him not to be bored at home all day long, but to go out more often.
"I know, I'm going to Jinda University to watch a musical tonight." Lin Jing said, "It's the recently popular "Fairy Mountain Village", a ticket given by a classmate."
"Are you alone?" Mrs. Lin questioned, "When will it end? Is it safe?"
"It's safe, Aunt Jiang will pick me up after the show." In fact, a boy of sixteen or seventeen can pretend to be an adult and doesn't need his parents to pick him up at night, but Gu Huo Niao is too professional, Lin Jingduo He tried to refuse, so he could only accept it.
"It just so happens that the night market near Jinda University is very famous, so we can have a late-night snack together."
Dr. Lin was brushing his teeth. When he heard his son say this, he immediately forced himself into the mirror with a mouthwash cup: "The night market is full of junk food and illegal additives. E. Aunt Jiang will cook some soup for you, otherwise, don’t go to the musical, as soon as you hear the name of this goblin, you will know that the content is superficial, and Dad will give you a few in-depth lectures... Hiss!"
"Old Lin, why are you talking so much nonsense!" Lin's mother held his ear to teach, "My son occasionally eats at the night market and watches a musical. I think it's good to relax his nervous brain."
"Shang Weiwei, as a doctor, how can you keep such sharp nails!"
"To pinch you, it was just cut five minutes ago."
"..."
Lin Jing put her mobile phone on the stand, and while she was packing her schoolbag, she listened to the two people on the opposite side arguing—the kind of flirting.
"Mom and Dad, I'm going out then."
"Go." Lin's mother threw her husband aside and waved her hands lovingly, "Be careful on the road, my father and I will move to Jincheng as soon as possible."
…
There is a beast on the mountain of Qingqiu, which looks like a fox with nine tails.
At night, the mist permeates the entire mountain forest, making the petals also condense transparent dew.
Ji Xingling lay on the grass under the moonlight, expressionless, with fluffy nine-tailed fox cubs lying on his arms, chest, and legs.
Roll down for a while.
Climb up again in a while.
Roll down later.
When a little paw stepped on the nose of the young master without knowing the height of the sky, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, dragged the big bamboo basket and gathered these distant brothers in, and carried them back to the old house like chicken cubs: "Mom, I'm going Homework done!"
Hu Meimei was chatting with a room full of nine-tailed fox sisters, and she asked in surprise after hearing this, "Didn't you just finish writing?"
"I still haven't written English, the paper that Lin Jing gave me." Ji Xingling said, "Then I'll go to the study first."
"Wow! Xiaoxing loves studying so much now."
"Yes, I won't play with my brothers anymore."
"Grow up and be sensible."
"Really, handsome and well-behaved."
Praise and envy came without warning, and Hu Meimei was surrounded by the crowd... In the middle of the group of foxes, she had the legendary "son of another family" for the first time in her life.
Qingqiu does not have WIFI, and the mobile phone signal is also very weak. It seems that they can only pass the time by studying.
Ji Xingling sat in front of the desk lamp, writing and scratching on the test paper.
The topics Lin Jing picked out were very simple, barely enough to get to the basics, and even the bottom-of-the-grade students could brush down without any pressure. Mr. Xiao Lin probably wants to proceed step by step, let the students enjoy the sense of accomplishment of a smooth journey first, but Master Ji has a lot of problems, too difficult to do it, too easy to do it, always feel that every question is mocking his own IQ in all aspects —My study is not so bad that I don’t even know what the sequence of numbers 135 is!
So I just put down my pen and stopped doing it.
Too easy!
Brother Xing swelled up!
The study room was filled with the ancient scent of sandalwood. Ji Xingling lay on the rocking chair, rocking it boredly, shaking himself out of drowsiness.
In a daze, Teacher Xiaolin suddenly pushed the door open and came in, picked up the test paper without a word, and after checking it, put his hands on his hips and began to criticize: "Ji Xingling, why can't you even do such a simple math problem? Do you have any brains! Come here! , Copy the ninety-nine multiplication table three hundred times!"
Young Master Ji trembled in his dream and woke up on the spot.
Fuck, it's kind of scary.
He weighed it, between "I didn't finish my homework and was ridiculed" and "Anyway, it's easier to do the topic if I don't have anything to do, so it's easier to just write it down"... Okay, do the homework.
Outside the window, the stars were also covered by clouds.
The curtain slowly rose, and in the Jin Auditorium, "Fairy Mountain Village" officially started.
According to the leaflet, the whole musical will revolve around a mysterious murder case, following the line of reasoning and suspense. As a result, in the opening minute, a group of people dressed as birds were singing, and in the opening five minutes, it was still the same scene.
Ten minutes into the game.
fifteen minutes.
…
Lin Jing was so sung that she was drowsy, and the elder brother beside her had already started snoring, and the sister in the back row complained softly, what kind of broken plot, can this also become popular
As soon as the words fell, a fire fell from the sky, "splashing" the kind of fire that illuminated the entire theater.
The audience was in an uproar, the snoring brother didn't know the situation, he stood up and wanted to run in a daze, but was scolded by the aunt behind him: "That bald man, sit down!"
"..."
The flames passed through the sky of the theater like a dragon, and the high-row audience could even feel the scorching heat.
The special effects are overly realistic.
Sleeping is sure that no one will sleep anymore, replaced by thunderous applause.
And then there will be more wonderful scenes staged in turn.
Jumang gives birth to all things.
He sings songs in different languages.
Bi Fang engulfed the village with raging flames, and more than a dozen firebirds flew out of the thick smoke waving their wings.
Ji Meng sent down a thunderstorm.
Glittering golden moss covered the entire stage.
This was a grand and treacherous dream. It was not until the actors took turns to call the curtain that the audience woke up like a dream and stood up and applauded.
Lin Jing's position was very high, so the shock he received was the most direct. He finally understood why netizens' comments on this musical were mostly such passionate speeches as "fuck you", "must watch", "I respect you as a father for the stage design". Spoiler, but after such a toss, no one can remember what the plot is, and their heads will only be filled with special lighting effects.
From this aspect, it is indeed worth the price of admission.
The security guard carried seven or eight bouquets of flowers sent by the audience, and went backstage to hand them over to the cast and crew. After opening the door, the lounge was pitch black, and someone was complaining dissatisfiedly: "Zhulong, why are you closing your eyes again, I haven't finished taking off my makeup yet."
"I've been staring at you for two hours today, my eyes are sore, let Ye Ming help you."
"Big wind, big wind, the stage effect is good today, next time we will continue to blow at this angle."
…
Therefore, it is very reasonable for the crew of "Fairy Mountain Village" to strictly prohibit non-staff personnel from entering the backstage.
Otherwise, the flower-giving audience may doubt life on the spot.
It was drizzling. At 10:30 in the evening, Jiang Fenfang showed up at the end of the venue on time. She held a big umbrella in her right hand, a thick coat under her arm, and a thermos cup in her bag. When she saw Lin Jing, she rushed forward and shook off the coat first. "Shuala" wrapped the person tightly, passed the umbrella over, and finally unscrewed the lid: "Come, drink the red date and white fungus soup, to dispel the cold and moisten the lungs."
The whole set of movements was done smoothly and smoothly, and before Lin Jing could understand, the mouth of the warm cup was brought to his mouth.
"..."
The junk food project at the night market was killed. Lin Jing honestly drank healthy and nourishing soup, starting from the youth.
In fact, Jiang Fenfang was also very distressed. Of course she knew that she was a little too spoiled for her employer.
But this is the nature of Gu Huo Niao. When he sees well-behaved children, he can't help but want to take them under his wings.
On the empty road, two Chaos disguised as stray dogs bared their teeth at each other. Just as they were about to have a fight, Jiang Fenfang flew up his wings and fanned them both into the garbage dump.
Dirty, don't scare my kids!
Chaos had a banana peel on his head, and the whole dog was stunned!
What kind of disaster is this? Auntie, do you have early menopause
Lin Jing turned around wonderingly: "What's the sound?"
"I didn't hear it." Aunt Jiang smiled plainly, "Maybe the theater is too noisy, you haven't recovered yet, go to bed early tonight."
Lin Jing said "Oh", and while waiting for the bus, he sent another WeChat message to thank Ji Xingling, emphasizing that the performance was quite exciting, and the special effects of wind, rain and lightning were amazing.
It was already two days after Young Master Ji received this WeChat message. As soon as he left Qingqiu, his mobile phone started to prompt messages frantically. Yu Yizhou, Ge Hao, the class group, and other cronies almost froze, but most of them were useless nonsense. Only Mr. Xiao Lin didn’t talk too much. He sent a total of two messages in seven days. One was to say that the musical was wonderful, and the other was to ask a question straight to the soul—have you finished your test paper? Is there any question you can’t do
Ji Xingling quickly typed a line first, and I'm done!
Later, I felt that the exclamation point was too excited and looked like a fool, so I deleted the punctuation mark.
It was still not pleasing to the eye, so I simply emptied it all and replaced it with the word "um", which is cool and indifferent, very good and star brother.
After a few seconds.
Da Da: Well, what do you mean, Ji Xingling, you didn't write the test paper, did you
Why do you still look down on people? Scumbags also have dignity! Ji Xingling refuted it in seconds: I've written everything!
After pressing send, Brother Xing realized that it was not very OK. Not only was there no exclamation point in the exclamation point, but he also emphasized "all of them". Accidentally delete by hand.
"..."
Kirin dirty words.
The phone screen lights up again.
Da Ke: Have you really finished everything? You are so amazing!
Ji Xingling's scalp burst from embarrassment, and he deeply doubted whether the other party had wholesaled a box of "You are so powerful" cards, or how could he throw one in his face every now and then without a soul.
"Lin Jing, if you're so weird, I'm going to delete my friend!"
"I can't even praise you!"
"Is there anyone who praises you so much!"
"Then how can I boast?"
"You are not allowed to boast!"
"… also."
Anyway, Mr. Xiaolin was not very able to boast sincerely when facing 400 points.
"Have you got off the plane, what time will you be back?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Aren't you coming to my house to copy homework?"
"... Copy, half an hour."
"Then wait for you."
Ji Xingling hung up the phone, pulled his schoolbag to touch a tissue, but felt that something was wrong.
Two minutes later, he turned his head slowly: "Mom, where are my printed papers?"
"I don't know," Hu Meimei was confused when asked, "Didn't you pretend it yourself?"
Ji Xingling: "..."
I'm fucking done writing it all!
The author has something to say: ——
Basic introduction of monster troupe
Sentence (gou) Mang: The wood god (spring god) in ancient Chinese folk mythology is in charge of the germination and growth of trees.
讙 (huan): Shaped like a wild cat, it can make hundreds of calls.
Bi Fang: It looks like a red-crowned crane, which is a sign of an impending fire.
Flamingo: A black bird that is not afraid of fire.
Ji Meng: God of rain in ancient mythology.
Golden Moss: Liverwort plant that glows when placed in water.
Candle Dragon: Living in the extremely cold place in the north, when you open your eyes, it is day, when you close your eyes, it is night, when you breathe out, it means winter, when you breathe out, it means summer.
Ye Ming: Living in the South China Sea, his eyes can shine, making the night like day.
Gale: A bird that can whip up strong winds.
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The monsters in the article are basically derived from "Shan Hai Jing" and ancient Chinese mythology, and sometimes some small settings are changed for the plot, thank you everyone.